Friday, June 22, 2018
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
He hung out with it, covered his body with it. He had the best day.
He decided to crawl out to the ledge of the flower and rest on the tip of a petal to watch the sunset and simply be grateful for such a wonderful day.
He took the shortcut back.
Meditating in the sunset on a petal tip... wouldn’t you? Do you?
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
About the author:
Jeannine Hall Gailey served as the second Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington, and she has been a featured contributor in Poet’s Market for many years. Gailey is the author of five books of poetry: Becoming the Villainess, She Returns to the Floating World, Unexplained Fevers, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and Field Guide to the End of the World, winner of the Moon City Press Book Prize and the SFPA’s Elgin Award. Her work has been featured on NPR’s The Writer’s Almanac, Verse Daily, and in The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. She spent four years teaching in the MFA program for National University, worked fifteen years as a corporate writing manager, and worked in publishing as an Acquisition Editor for Microsoft Press.
Jeannine’s twitter handle is @webbish6.
For more information, visit www.webbish6.com.
Monday, June 11, 2018
Thursday, June 7, 2018
15 years of vines
Many years of trying to manage them but not quite
Never really managing them because they grew so fast and she gave up
She went out to cut
Just a few
There were layers of life and death
Mold, decay, and ugly
Layers of dead branches
Some branches so thick
15 years of layers
The patio with pristine flowers, succulents, sunflowers and tomatos
The ones that she "posted" for all to admire
Hiding the ugly dead constricting vines that took over all the things
The innards gnarly and neglected and shamed
No more hiding, no more shame, the truth
She went out to cut
Layers and layers
"I will just start with a few"
There were even more layers
She cried "I can’t do this alone"
Decay, mold, hardened branches
Overgrowth and neglect not leaving space for the new vines to grow
The cutting and chopping began
She was not strong enough to wield a hedger
It was going to have to be - one vine and branch at a time
As much strength as she had
Every little chop would matter if she did the work, if she was brave
She used a small and broken hand cutter that occasionally pinched her hand, she broke a purple polished manicured fingernail
She grew strong pulling out the vines and cutting through layers
There was power in pulling the vines, it kept coming out from deep in the trees and dead branches
It was relief, but was it?
She opened her eyes and saw the progress in a short time
She sighed with relief
She now knew it would not take 15 years to remove all the layers
She could find beauty in the work and accept the bits of progress
Wipe her tears, clean up the pile, accept what is
She could anticipate the space she was making for new life and love
The ruins could be uncovered and growth and beauty could happen
She knew there would come a day when the cutting stopped
There would be room for the flowering vines to roam and bloom
Monday, June 4, 2018
Friday, June 1, 2018
My friend lost her cat Sassy ( her best friend, life long buddy) a few months ago. I planted ten cent seeds from the dollar store and hoped they would bloom in remembrance.
They did... the first bloom is gentle and small but it got a photo shoot. Because it’s ok to be gentle and small and not perfect.
Thanks to "Nik" #sunsetflowers